There came foggy morning. Still cool, but the first beams of the sun already seemed over the horizon. Larks started singing the strange song. Gradually fog dissipates, settling dew on the revealing buds of flowers. There comes new summer day. The sun in a clear sky rises everything above, becomes hotter. Hum of the bees who are busy turned around the smelling sweet plants is audible. Rejoice to fine flowers and carefree butterflies, cheerfully flitting from one small stalk on another. It is few wind, and the stiffened wood still carefully stores a morning cool, but the heat all is stronger and even becomes stuffy here. Somewhere among trees ringing murmur of a fast stream is audible. Its cool water cheerfully plays bright patches of light from sunshine. Even in such hot summer day here, near water, it is cool and fresh. Somewhere nearby, in a low grass the wild strawberry hid. Its small red berries exhale fine aroma. In the afternoon became absolutely hot, but here in the sky clouds began to appear, the strong wind blew – the thunder-storm comes nearer. Rushes all become stronger than a wind, and clouds already hid the sun. Sharply became cold. The first large drops fell to the ground, noise of the coming nearer heavy rain is already audible. The lightning, and here, at last, sparkled the rain rushed. Its powerful streams ruthlessly beat on foliage and a grass. Lightnings sparkle, the thunder rattles, heavy rain everything proceeds. Water doesn't manage to be absorbed to the earth, forming huge pools. But here heavy rain gradually abates. The thunder-storm left, but echoes of a thunder are still audible. Air became fresh and some lung – it became easier to breathe. The rain ended, and because of clouds the sun looked out. All live started after a rain again, having washed from summer heat. Day in the wood came back to the habitual course. However day approaches end. Toilers of a bee hide in beehives. Flowers close the buds, preparing for night. Everything gradually calms down. Summer day passed.
Pochkun-Oleg
12.10.2022
The friendship of horse and man has more than one hundred years. The horse has long been a special position in the human soul. This noble animal helps, delights and even heals a person. It is not surprising that such a special relationship between a horse and a man begins to emerge from childhood and help children's toys in this. As it often happens, little men are trained during the game. Thus, one of the initial applications of rocking horses in the Middle Ages was associated with training in horse riding. This toy not only entertains, but teaches the balance, so necessary for riding. Indeed, in the Middle Ages the horse was of great importance in human life. The Middle Ages - the era of knights, beautiful ladies and warhorses. And it's hard to imagine without riders. Meanwhile, the history of horse-rocking began much earlier in the fifth century AD. in Greece. By the XVII-XVIII centuries, rocking horses acquired the familiar look. However, the wide distribution of rocking horses was obtained only thanks to English nobles only in the 19th century. At that time it was for the most part a toy of future kings or noble nobles, and the rocking horses themselves were made by masters of carving and richly decorated. The rich history of the toy can not but abound with myths and legends. Most of all they were put together in the story "Wooden horse" by the Spanish writer Fernando H.M. Dominguez Gonzalez. Thus, it is generally believed that Genghis Khan, before becoming the conqueror of many peoples who were feared in the most remote, known at that time, corners of the earth, honed his character and his imagination on the rump of one of the wooden horses. The legend tells that he never left his wooden horse, and even in the farthest cold steppes she occupied an honorable place in his tent. Another famous commander in his childhood could not imagine his existence without this legendary toy. As the legend says, Alexander the Great, when he was a child, could not fall asleep without skipping a few hours on his wooden horse. Few people know that one of the legendary historical Spanish heroes Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar, known as the "Sid Conqueror", met his future wife, Jimena, when they were children. This happened during a visit to the castle of one of their common relatives. Both stubborn, with character, began to fight for the right, who would first climb a beautiful wooden horse that stood in one of the huge salons, black as agate, the size of a real one, with a harness adorned with jewels. You can find many interesting facts from the long life of rocking horses. Meanwhile, a mass toy for children, produced in-line, the rocking horse was only at the end of the XIX century. At the same time, still preserved individual samples of this toy are real works of art. So, in the Museum of Childhood in London, a horse, created in the distant 1605, is kept.
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The sun in a clear sky rises everything above, becomes hotter. Hum of the bees who are busy turned around the smelling sweet plants is audible. Rejoice to fine flowers and carefree butterflies, cheerfully flitting from one small stalk on another.
It is few wind, and the stiffened wood still carefully stores a morning cool, but the heat all is stronger and even becomes stuffy here. Somewhere among trees ringing murmur of a fast stream is audible. Its cool water cheerfully plays bright patches of light from sunshine. Even in such hot summer day here, near water, it is cool and fresh. Somewhere nearby, in a low grass the wild strawberry hid. Its small red berries exhale fine aroma.
In the afternoon became absolutely hot, but here in the sky clouds began to appear, the strong wind blew – the thunder-storm comes nearer. Rushes all become stronger than a wind, and clouds already hid the sun. Sharply became cold. The first large drops fell to the ground, noise of the coming nearer heavy rain is already audible. The lightning, and here, at last, sparkled the rain rushed. Its powerful streams ruthlessly beat on foliage and a grass. Lightnings sparkle, the thunder rattles, heavy rain everything proceeds. Water doesn't manage to be absorbed to the earth, forming huge pools.
But here heavy rain gradually abates. The thunder-storm left, but echoes of a thunder are still audible. Air became fresh and some lung – it became easier to breathe. The rain ended, and because of clouds the sun looked out. All live started after a rain again, having washed from summer heat. Day in the wood came back to the habitual course.
However day approaches end. Toilers of a bee hide in beehives. Flowers close the buds, preparing for night. Everything gradually calms down. Summer day passed.